I can't help it, I see beautiful things everywhere. Everything, and everyone, and everynothing is beautiful in my eyes, especially when other people tell me it's ugly. Or don't tell me. But I can see it in their eyes, I guess. You can always tell. If I had any photographic skills I would be a photographer because I always have urges to get out of the car as it moves and take a picture at that mailbox, or that sadly hopeful little house, with it's peeling pink paint and sagging porch like a sigh from the heart. I love people the most, people who don't even know they're beautiful. I could sit and watch people for hours, they fascinate me to no extent. I guess, though, I never really thought of myself as a person. Well, a person, but not like... a person person. I like being a bench, or a tree, or the sky, or a horse or something that doesn't matter. I don't really care for the world to notice me, because when they do, they are not content to let me sit and notice them. And if I cannot see my beautiful things, what will happen to me? Where will I go? I think I have an obsession with the beautiful, but I do have one weird quirk, and that's that I never find beautiful what I'm SUPPOSED to find beautiful. Why can't I ever do anything right? And if someone asks me about something they think is beautiful, I can never hold in my words, thinking to myself only after I hurt them "It's not beautiful to you, but it's beautiful to them, and just like they could not fathom you you could never fathom them. Let them love, let them find lovely what they want to find lovely." Little Jealousy and his brother Anger won't let me, though. They want to see it all. They want to be a part of everything, but when will we learn we cannot? Do we want to learn? So, for now, I just see these beautiful things, and I cherish them. Saving them up for the summer. ******* When I first met her I was so disappointed. I always thought she'd be like the princesses she read about in her storybooks, thin and cute and dressed in pink from head to toe. But the face staring back at me disappointed me. Her eyes were wide and hazelnut brown, almost gold, and her face was round and a smile was always there. I never appreciated that smile as much as I should've. I made up every aspect of her life, from her family to her house, but it was the sight of her face that disappointed me. After that I tried not to look at her face anymore.